Time flows on like a surging river. In the blink of an eye, April of the year 1800 arrived. In this ancient land of the East, April is a season of melancholy, yet simultaneously a season for sowing hope.
"The drizzling rain falls like tears on the Qingming Day, the mourner's heart on the road is breaking."
"I ask the shepherd boy where a tavern can be found; he points to the distant apricot blossom village."
Su Yu led a group of juniors—no, a group of disciples and attendants—on the road toward a cemetery outside the city.
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